LadyOfPurple

As I watch from the window His fingertips trace your delicate features His lips on your skin; his breath a husked whisper Of fake promises and delicious lies. Only to have you; was I not good enough? As he moves inside you, I feel blood in my mouth I look away, but your name in his deep voice strangles my mind. The cold chilly air is around me; why can't I breathe? My hands are warm and soft; why can't I feel? I take the gun and press it against my weary head, with a smile, wicked, deranged. The caricature I've become since you left me for him... I pull the trigger with one final thought: "I'll never be lonely again".